(Rookie author, I have always naively thought that I can set the time of the shelf by myself, but the editor looked down on me - I just put the book on the shelf, and the throne of fantasy hits is always missed, and I will be kicked out after sitting overnight... Although I want to Let readers continue to watch for free, but they have to shamelessly ask for the first monthly pass...)

The Ministry of Magic destroyed the Dementors on the night of December 14, the Order of the Phoenix destroyed Voldemort's Soul Fragment in Slytherin's locker on the morning of December 15, all done, Lockhart To be able to easily attend Slughorn's Christmas ball...

Snowflakes danced outside the window again, beating against the icy latticework, and Christmas is approaching. Hagrid had brought in alone the twelve annual Christmas trees in the Great Hall; the stair railings were wrapped in holly and tinsel; the armor's helmets were flickering with everlasting candles.

After the dementors were wiped out in large numbers, the temperature began to rise, and there was a sense of happiness in the air - Hermione was the happiest, because Pandora's parents believed that their family's Faithful Charm was safer than Hogwarts, He actually took her home! Life had been so smooth for Hermione lately that Lockhart had no reason not to take her to the Slughorn ball now.

Excitedly in her beautiful dress, Hermione snuggled up to Lockhart's arm, and the two came to Slughorn's office together, laughter, music, and loud voices intensifying with their footsteps.

Slughorn's office now looks huge because of the magic. The ceilings and walls were draped in emerald green, crimson and gold, and it looked like a big tent. The room was crowded and stuffy, lit up red by a golden lantern hanging in the center of the ceiling. There are real fairies flickering in the lamp, and each one is a bright spot of light. From a far corner came a loud singing that sounded like a mandolin; a few chatty old wizards had their heads covered in blue pipes; some house-elves squeaked through the jungle of calves , holding heavy silver plates, covering their bodies, looking like little roaming tables.

"Gildrow, ah, and Granger!" Slughorn exclaimed as soon as Lockhart and Hermione squeezed through the door, as if afraid that no one would know, "Come in, come in , there are so many people who want to let you meet!"

Slughorn wore a tasseled velvet hat that matched his smoking shirt. He involuntarily pulled Lockhart to show him a few people, and Lockhart grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her along.

"Elder Walpole, the Gilderoy Lockhart you want to see is here, you are all my former students!" Slughorn excitedly introduced the two to each other, ""Blood Brothers: I am in The author of "Life in a Vampire" -- and of course, his friend Xueni."

"Hello, Mr. Lockhart!" Walpole, a small man with glasses, grabbed Harry's hand and held it eagerly. "I've always thought your books are much better than mine! We can talk to each other sometime..."

"Ah, of course, it's an honor..." Lockhart said perfunctorily.

"The Ministry of Magic killed the Dementors a few days ago! The newspaper said that the Ministry of Magic achieved this victory with your help. Is it true?"

"Ah, so..." Lockhart glanced at Hermione and admitted through gritted teeth, "I just had an idea."

"I heard that you are about to become the youngest recipient of the Merlin First Class Medal in the wizarding world. Congratulations!"

What? Lockhart himself doesn't know, who applied for him - but it's normal. If the Ministry of Magic takes all the credit for this matter, it's enough to get a few Dementors almost wiped out. A Merlin First Class Medal.

"Good evening, Gilderoy." Scrimgeour also appeared.

"Rufus, are you here too?"

Slughorn was a little surprised: "Yes, Rufus turned out to be my student too. You two have known each other for a long time?"

Rufus greeted Slughorn gently, and then explained, "Professor, you forgot that Gilderoy used to be an Auror, and I was the head of the Auror's office at the time."

"Ah, yes, I remembered." Slughorn patted his head, "Gildrow, you still need a signed photo of me, Harry! Harry!"

"What's the matter, Professor?" Harry squeezed out of the crowd, followed by her dance partner Ginny.

"That one over there! Please take a group photo of us." Slughorn called to a photographer over there, then put his arms around Harry and Lockhart, with Scrimgeour, Walpur, and Ginny beside him And Hermione, after a burst of flashes, the picture was taken.

Under the influence of magic, the photo came out quickly, and Slughorn held it up to the light and looked at it with satisfaction: in the middle of the photo was himself, surrounded by "Savior" Harry Potter, "Best Master" The man who deals with the dark magic" Gilderoy Lockhart, "the toughest magic executive director" Rufus Scrimgeour, "the famous writer" Elder Walpole, and of course two girls— —Savior's girlfriend Ginny Weasley and Lockhart's "lover" Hermione Granger.

Slughorn is very satisfied: This photo is so perfect, there are so many big names gathered, it is a combination of gimmicks and scandals, and it must be placed in the most conspicuous place on your shelf!

"Ah, now please sign the photo." He excitedly took out the quill pen and handed it to the person who appeared in the photo. Lockhart reluctantly took the pen and signed it. He likes to be in the limelight - but now I have a lot of troubles to deal with, and I really can't be happy. The most troublesome thing is that Hermione is still hugging her affectionately in the photo, smiling happily...

"Ah...Thank you, Granger..." After the last Hermione signed, Slughorn put away the photo with satisfaction, "Now, I wish you a good time at the party!"

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"Did you know, Gilderoy, Harry picked two goalkeepers this year!" Hermione pulled Lockhart into the corner, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kept saying excitedly, "Ron and Col Mike McLaggen, the boy who went after me~lightnovelpub.net~ they all saved all the **** in the draft!"

"Oh, isn't it, that's not bad." Lockhart nodded. Of course, he could see that Hermione proposed his suitor in front of him to tell him to cherish her excellent and popular. Girls like to touch this. Kind of brains, "what do you think of him."

"Oh, Gilderoy, he's no match for you!" Hermione explained nervously, "Cormack he didn't ask a single question about me at all, and he kept telling me about Cormic. One hundred thrilling saves from McLaggen - look, here he is!"

Cormack had been looking for Hermione in the crowd, but when he saw that he was getting together with the defense class professor, he had no choice but to turn his head away angrily.

"Maybe I should challenge him and declare that you are mine?" Lockhart said jokingly as he watched the boy leave, turned to look at Hermione.

"Oh, no, Gilderoy, you are the best, I only like you..." Hermione felt a little guilty, and hurriedly wrapped her arms around Lockhart's neck, leaning over to kiss Lockhart. At this moment, the Dementors were eliminated, Hermione joined the Order of the Phoenix, and the Horcruxes were destroyed. Everyone was relaxed. It was a private banquet again. Lockhart no longer had any scruples, hugged Hermione tightly, and kissed back. .

Hermione's lips were thin and soft, with a sweetness that only Lockhart could experience, so she couldn't help but kiss them a few more times. It was the first time she kissed Lockhart in such an almost public place, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes were glowing with water, she leaned softly against Lockhart's arms, and her body exuded a unique aroma.

Just as Hermione was about to continue talking to Lockhart and consolidate their relationship, there was a little commotion over there: Draco Malfoy was pulled by Filch's ear and walked towards him.

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